Which title fits this post the best? You decide.
I had big plans to write here more often in 2019. I planned to chronicle my crawl back to … I don’t know where. Maybe just my crawl forward…. but as always life gets in the way. First we went on a family vacation- which was nice. It’s been a long time. Then there was getting back into the swing of things, and finally last week was the week of appointments with a snow day smack dab in the middle of the week. Fun.
Last week… ugh. Started bright and early Monday morning with an appointment with the endocrinologist who officially diagnosed me with type 2 diabetes. Meds, meter, set me up with an appointment to see the nutritionist, have I heard of Keto?, lose weight. (insert eye roll). Tuesday morning saw Princess Glitter Sparkle- yes still seeing her, still loving her, though she did suggest I keep a gratitude journal (ugggghhhh fine… but I don’t have to like it– yes I am wicked pissy lately). Then straight to Big One’s counselor who expressed his concern about Big One’s depression- we are too, trying to get a handle on what will help. A short lunch break and off to Little One’s counselor. I was sure making the rounds that day. (insert BIG eye roll here). Wednesday plans (more appointments) came to screeching halt with a snow day…. yay?!?! Thursday trip to see the ENT for a hearing test referral to HOPEFULLY get to the bottom of the ringing in my ears that is threatening to put me in the looney bin faster than my life will. He said it’s either hearing loss or… wait for it…. who the heck knows why ringing and either way there may or may not be anything that we can do for it??!?!?! If there is significant hearing loss I can fix it or live with it. And if it’s unknown reason well I have to live with it. (Gosh I love being me). After that went to Mary Poppins. Still love her. She wants to keep on keeping on regarding meds for now. Im good with that. Something stable right? After her I met with my case manager – I need to come up with a name for her. She drives me crazy. I don’t think I like her. Of course it could be that she handed me a big packet of articles about exercise, weight loss etc. (bang head on wall). Final visit rounding out the week was my urologist. I’ll spare you the gory details, but his parting words were- “any extra weight we carry makes things worse”
I GET IT ALREADY IM FAT I NEED TO LOSE WEIGHT. I get it. I do. I know that losing weight will make certain medical things better. But I just can’t seem to get motivated to do that. I want to say I need to get my head in order but really will there ever be a time where my head is in order and I am ready to lose weight? Who knows. I KNOW I need to be the “no excuses” girl I was 5 years ago. Sometimes I wish I could find her again. Though I will admit there were things about her that I could live without… but that’s a topic for another day.
So let’s see that covers “Best of Intentions” and “Really?….No Crap?”… onto Homeschool Part 2.
I already mentioned we were going to be homeschooling Little One. We started that last week in the midst of appointment-hell. It went well so far. She’s been happy to do her work, and seems to be enjoying what she is studying. But Friday night things came to a head with Big One. He’s been struggling… socially horribly all year… and it’s affecting his mood- obviously – he’s so depressed (as I mentioned above), and it’s affecting his grades. Not cool. He’s getting an F and a C-. Not cool at all. But Friday he got an email from his co-leader of the club he started at school, basically telling him that he was no longer a leader because he didn’t do enough behind the scenes things, and moreover that they weren’t friends anymore…. for basically all the issues that a child with Autism has—- self preoccupation, not thinking about how others are feeling, etc etc etc. HE CANT HELP IT. I wish I could scream that from the rooftops. HE CAN NOT HELP THE WAY HE IS. We have worked on this stuff for… forever…. there is only so much we can do.
I don’t get it, with all the talk these days about tolerance, acceptance etc why is it ok for people to not be that way to people like him? I can’t even.
So Friday night he got this email, and he lost it. He yelled, he screamed. He said he wouldn’t go back to school and he didn’t care who we called- crisis, the police he didn’t care. But worst of all? He sobbed and sobbed. Uncontrollably. My baby boy just shut down and cried. I haven’t seen him do that in years. YEARS. My heart broke, and I wanted blood. Of course I told him he didn’t have to go back to a place that has done this to him.
Insert note- I may or may not have had a PTSD moment bringing me back to my sophomore year when I was the child sobbing- into my pillow- and wishing I didn’t have to go back—
So we have been researching Charter Schools, but it’s hard mid-year. So we may be homeschooling him for the remainder of the year as well as Little One. That will bet interesting with my 4 classes. But I know God will get us through it all. But all I know is that I WILL protect my kids, no matter what. And if that means discomfort for me, so be it. I will take a much harder hit to my mental health if something were to cause my son to do something drastic… or even if he continued to be so unhappy. So judge me if you will. Some will. Some will say I made the wrong decision. Some will say he needs to be in school to get used to the “real world”. And to them I say- until you have seen your 15.5 year old son turn into a little boy rocking in your arms crying and sobbing, don’t judge me.
Until next time- (which I hope is sooner rather than later)